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Sit up in surprise and open your eyes suddenly!

Looking around, the night is dark. There was dinner outside the pavilion, and the maid saw that Li Xianyuan was asleep, so she didn't dare to disturb him.

The moon is deep and the clouds are thick. The night cold is not close to the gazebo.

Li Xianyuan actually had a nightmare.

All kinds of daylight came to my heart. It took half an hour, and Li Xianyuan failed to make any progress, so he had to come to the martial arts training ground and find a deacon to inquire.

The result is simple. There are eight of them, or sixteen handles, or thirty-two, or seventy-two thorns. Each has its own sword spectrum matching.

Such as the Shushan Qingying Sword, a set of seventy-two handles. It has a green sword spectrum with control.

In this way, the reason why the sword is reduced to the nine-grade exercise is obvious.

It does not have a matching sword spectrum to match a set of spirit swords that will be formed in the future.

That is to say, even if you are willing to spend your cultivation to refine the spirit sword, you have enough divine sense to control the sword. You also have to face the scene of no sword spectrum and control the group of swords.

The flying sword is like a locust, and it is only in the imagination that it covers the sky and the sun.

After that, Li Xianyuan asked the deacon again, but there was another way.

The deacon said that he could practice the art of half-heartedness, but that was all.

Even Li Xianyuan cultivated, and he could only control two flying swords. What's more, the method of using one heart and two is a five-grade exercise, and some people participate in the exercises. When he finished repairing, the bones were all taken by wolves.

Back to the pavilion, Li Xianyuan still didn't believe in evil. Summoning two swords, doppelgangers control them, and this practice is two hours. In the midst of the whirlwind, Li Xianyuan had no choice but to take back the spirit sword and fall into a deep sleep.

Thinking about it day and night, Li Xianyuan had this dream, which is also reasonable.

The probe places the teapot on top of the stove. Li Xianyuan held two spirit swords in his arms and flicked them.

It's just an ordinary bullet, and the sword is just an ordinary spirit sword, so naturally there is no such thing as a spirit sword roaring.

Immediately became crooked.

It's a bit like when he practiced brushes. It took three years of writing to barely recognize the words.

The mountains are noisy, and the flying swords are like meteors. The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and the crescent moon is crooked, a little like a tooth mark.

After a short time, Li Xianyuan combined the spirit sword and put it in the scabbard behind him. Reach out and take out the warm teapot on the stove and don't pour it into the cup.

"I have a jug of wine. ”

He whispered, tilted his head and wanted to drink.

A palm suddenly stretched out from the ground and snatched the teapot.

"It's enough to comfort the wind and dust. Then he saw the man say, and took the tea mouth in his mouth, and the Adam's apple squirmed and went into his mouth.

The head was raised higher and higher, and the remaining few drops of tea were dropped in his mouth, and the man casually threw it away, and the teapot rolled out, turning and turning out.

After drinking the tea again, the man smacked his lips and said with a greasy face: "Phew, what kind of tea." ”

"Lu Dongbin?" Li Xianyuan looked up to see the man.

This person has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his appearance is dignified. A long shirt with a collar obliquely inserted into the jade flute, a cynical and worldly escape.

He had a smug expression: "Hehe." No, it's exactly below. ”

Lu Dongbin sat next to Li Xianyuan with his buttocks, and pushed him with his buttocks, squeezing it here: "Seeing that you are still drunk drinking tea, little brother, but you have something on your mind." ”

"It's a small thing, it's not enough to worry about. Li Xianyuan's face was as usual: "What about you?"

Li Xianyuan asked like this, but there is a root.

It is rumored that storytelling is prevalent in Wenchuan country, taverns and tea shops, and the shadow of storytellers can be seen in red and white ceremonies. If you shout outside the toilet that there is a storyteller, nine out of ten people will answer, and the remaining one will be constipated and unable to speak.

said that Lu Dongbin turned into a beggar, and Wen Chuan wandered around. Lu met two storytellers arguing, and it is said that they had been arguing here for three hours. I went up to join in the fun. When the two quarreled, they talked eloquently.

"Storytellers in this world, a storyteller, or a few short paragraphs, or a long story for more than 100 days. If this world is really from a certain storyteller, a world made up casually, I have such a big talk, enough to say that he will be able to say for half an hour, and he will get a lot of money. You say, does this storyteller want to be grateful to me? If he wants to be grateful to me, will he often mention me? If he often mentions me, he will naturally find some way to make me show up more, and over time, I will not become the protagonist. ”

"I saw the two of you today, and I suddenly realized it. If you talk about the protagonist, it's still two gentlemen. ”

This joke was not famous, but it was rumored afterwards that the beggar was Lu Dongbin, and the storytellers in the wine shops felt that there was light on their faces and went everywhere to talk about it. Over time, it spread. In ancient times, there were Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, and only Lu Yan Mengshu. Therefore, Li Xianyuan asked.

Lu Dongbin said with a smile: "I have nothing to do, I have turned into a little body to wander around and experience the sufferings of the people." From this yang ...... Yang...... Yang He Feng passed by, and when he saw that you were a good little brother, he attached himself to the main body and came down to accompany you. ”

He can't even pronounce the name of his own sect, if he lets the head know, he doesn't know what expression to face.

He broke the casserole and asked: "What is the little thing you are talking about, why don't you say it to make my brother happy." ”

Look at its interest, and vow not to give up without answering.

Li Xianyuan thought for a while and told him, "You need a peach." ”

Lu Dongbin shook his head and sighed, and patted Li Xianyuan on the shoulder: "I can't help you with this old brother." ”

"If it's something else, my brother might be able to help you secretly. can give you a peach, cure you of broken spiritual roots or something, it can be regarded as contaminating your cause and effect. You also know that what our immortals are most afraid of is cause and effect. Especially if you can't cultivate. If you bring me this great cause and effect. In the future, even if the great sage comes, he will not be able to protect you. ”

"Do you know about my spiritual root?" asked Li Xianyuan, puzzled.

Lu Dongbin exaggeratedly exclaimed: "Just kidding! I'm the head of the Eight Immortals, Heavenly Court has an immortal position, and there are famous immortals in the Three Realms, if I can't even see this, I'll accompany Tiancang to cast a pig's fetus." ”

Lu Dongbin praised himself clearly, and secretly belittled Zhu Bajie.

Li Xianyuan bowed. It seems that the matter of the spiritual root can't hide the immortal who has cultivated to a high level. However, the gods are not leeks, they cut a large piece.

He didn't have any hope that Lu Dongbin could help, so Lu Dongbin said that he was not disappointed.

Lu Dongbin began to talk eloquently, gossiping about what he had encountered in the mortal world. It's just that he's looking for the wrong person. Li Xianyuan couldn't say anything else except silently. After saying a stick of incense, Lu Dongbin snorted, saying that it was better to talk to Li Xianyuan than to go to the stone to talk.

Li Xianyuan was also calm and silent.

Lu Dongbin was so angry that he pointed at Li Xianyuan's nose for a long time, waved his robe, and said You just sit here stupidly, and turned to leave.

"Oh yes! Yang Qingfeng, this is Yang Qingfeng!" Before he could go far, Lu Dongbin suddenly slapped his palms and woke up like a dream.

“……”

Seeing Lu Dongbin leave, Li Xianyuan shook his head lightly and withdrew his gaze. After making up his mind, he took the spirit sword and continued to practice sword control.

And he sat there for a month. Until the tenth day of October, the eight immortals and six factions are compared-

There are two days left. (To be continued.) )